black/white

A year ago this week, I took a class at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops. Without going into detail, I’ll just say that I hated it. Two days in, I wanted to come home, but my Patient Spouse and a photographer friend of mine talked me off that particular cliff. I still hated the class, though.

The last night, I hardly slept at all. About 2 or 3 in the morning, I looked over and saw one shirt hanging up in my closet; I made a photo with my iPhone since I didn’t have anything else really going on.

Today, I found out that image was accepted into a show at the A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. The show, black/white, will be up from August 4 – September 10, with a reception on August 26. Elizabeth Avedon was the juror.

So, it just goes to show, doesn’t it, that terrible weeks can sometimes bring good results.

The teacher and I didn’t click, which was part of the problem. It was a master class, and I was clearly under qualified to be there (I was literally the only one in the class who didn’t make a living via photography!), so it was a real struggle to keep up.

As much as I disliked that class, I did get a few strong images from it. Now that I think about it, two shots from that week have been accepted into shows. So why, exactly, am I complaining about the class??!